My Savior

Summary: Bella Swan is never far from harm's way. In fact, as soon as she arrives, disaster strikes. Fortunantley there is a doctor on scene to help. And so starts the events of a Bella Swan, and a Doctor Carlisle Cullen. *Loverly banner made by Iris. Clap for her!* *I do not own any of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does, I'm just playing with them*

Notes:
I am so sorry to all my fans. It seems that everytime I try to upload something into my summary, this story gets deleted. I am sooooo sorry and will do my best to get updates up as soon and fast as possible. -olji

2. Chapter 3: A Crappy Hospital Where Nurses Are Flirts and Annoying Med Students Are X-Ray Techs

Carlisle guided me swiftly and silently into the hospital, his hand never leaving the small of my back.

He led me in and clearly he was in charge. The people who worked there almost seemed to bow down to him and his presence.

“Brenda, perhaps you could get me a hospital room for Bella here.” He said sweetly to the nurse at the reception table.

“Of course, Dr. Cullen.” She giggled.

“Room 310. Dr. Cullen.” She winked at his lovely face. As Carlisle led me away, his disgust was evident on his beautiful face.

“They are so ridiculous sometimes. It’s like I can only flirt with them to get them to follow my directions.” He grumbled.

“Girls are pathetic, what can you say?” He laughed at that and led me higher into the hospital, the third floor in fact.

The room was small and white. Simple and plain, like any hospital. And you could go crazy in any hospital.

“How soon can I get my wrist set?” I asked anxiously, already hating the place.

“Soon. If Brenda can get me an X-Ray room, we can set your wrist, put you in a cast, and you’ll be on your merry way.”

“Probably won’t be a problem.” I grumbled, thinking of how openly Brenda had flirted with Carlisle.

“Pardon?” Carlisle asked with a laugh in his voice as if he had heard every word I had said.

“Nothing.” I flashed a grin at him and plopped myself down on the hospital bed.

“I’ll be back momentarily. I just need to speak with Brenda and get you a chart.”

“I’ll be here.” I threw back at him. He chuckled, nodded in my direction and left.

The room was suddenly so much more dull without his intoxicating presence. I missed him. I decided to distract myself with something more exciting, like the conversation in the car.

It was a little odd how we were so alike. I mean, I haven’t met anyone with the same tastes as I. I was a little odd myself.

Another thought struck my mind. Was my savior married? And if so, to whom? Did he have kids? What did they look like? Were they beautiful like their father?

So many questions, and so little time. Besides, it’d probably be rude to go digging into this man’s social life.

The door flew open and Carlisle walked in, clipboard in hand and a lab coat covering his black slacks and blue sweater vest.

“Did I get my room, Doc?” I teased.

“Yes, patient, you did. If you’ll follow me.” He gave out his hand and I took it willingly. I didn’t mind the ice-cold touch.

His hand resumed the familiar place to the small of my back as he led me down unfamiliar corridors.

We took a sharp right, and he opened a black door for me. It was very intimidating, I must say.

He opened the door for me and led me into the X-Ray room. He immediately handed me an iron vest to put on. “Put this on, and I’ll have the X-Ray tech come in to take the pictures. I’ll set your hand in the position I want it in.”

I followed his instructions to the ‘T’. He took out a small pager and typed in a few letters and about 2 minutes later, a small man came bounding in.

“You paged me, Dr. Cullen.”

“Actually, Jeremy. I did. I need you to take the X-Rays for Bella here. I’ll set her arm.”

“But sir, isn’t it typically my job to place the han-“

“Jeremy, you’re going to take the X-Rays, I’ll set the hand.” Carlisle huffed.

Jeremy bobbed his head and left the room.

“He’s a med-student. I’m sorry about that.” Carlisle sighed. But I couldn’t help but wonder if Carlisle actually wanted to touch my hand. Probably not, an angel like him could never want a mere human like me.

He guided me over to the huge machine and gently placed my broken hand down. He set it palm up, palm down, on both sides, and angled slightly for each X-Ray.

“There we go, the X-Rays should print soon, and we can set the bone. I’ll take you back to your room.” Carlisle said cheerily.

As I stepped back into the dreary room, Carlisle lifted his pager and left to get the X-Rays.

He was only gone a moment, but he wasn’t looking happy. He wiggled his index finger for me to come and look at the damage I had done to my wrist.

The X-Ray almost made me puke. It was clear my wrist had snapped in half and the forearm bone had shifted on top.

“It’s going to hurt to set it.” He said, looking at how my face had changed color.

“I’ll get the anesthesiologist. She’ll know what to give you so you don’t feel any pain.” He removed his pager and pressed a few buttons once more.

“She’s on her way.” But I was feeling light-headed. As if all the blood and oxygen had left my body. I began to sway.

“Bella. Bella!” Carlisle shouted, but it was too late, I had already blacked out.